At Arm's Reach
Randy bit his lip, an uncertain look reflected on his eyes. He was confused. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure what he was going to do was the right thing. He looked at her, at her lovely dark eyes and navy blue hair. His hand held on hers and an uncertain light blush tainted both their cheeks.
"So, uh, Theresa," Randy started, rubbing the back of his neck, awkwardly. "Would you, um, uh..."
"Spit out, Cunningham!" Howard hissed from behind a bush.
"Yeah, Randy?" Theresa looked up at him expectantly.
"Would you..." he trailed of, his train of thought breaking.
'Don't blow it, you idiot!' he thought to himself. He bit his lip but looked up at her again.
"Would you, er, mind showing me how to twirl a baton?" he mentally kicked himself.
Theresa visibly drooped by the sudden question. "S-sure Randy.."
'Totally blew it!' he thought to himself as he watched the slowly crumpling girl in front of him. He could hear the face palm his best friend was doing and the groan that soon followed.
He suddenly felt warmth leave his hand as the other turned and was about to leave. "Wait! Fow- Theresa!" he was about to grab on to her arm once again but she scurried off.
"I-I'll see you tomorrow, Randy." Theresa turned towards him and forced a smile. "And I'll teach you how to twirl a baton."
He felt the chemistry between them and the sudden change of atmosphere the moment they held hands. The moment she looked at him with those hopeful eyes. But he didn't take the leap and he lost her.
"Cunningham, you sure wonked up!" Howard snapped, emerging from the bushes.
"Yeah..." he muttered wistfully.
"I mean, she could have helped us with our homework!" Howard reminded.
Then it dawned on him. 'Oh, right...'
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I got really bored while waiting for my Love Live School Idol Festival to complete downloading. So this is what came out. So sorry Fowlham fans but I'm not a big fan...
Also, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja is not mine. I just don't have the creativity nor the money.
